Romance About Hockey Players นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You don’t have to be great at it. You just… let people in, little by little. On your terms.” Something in his voice made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to laugh it off. “Careful, Michaels. You’re starting to sound like one of those broody romance novel heroes.” His lips twitched. “Do those guys play hockey?” “Not usually,” I said, grateful for the lighter turn. “They’re usually running through fields in the rain, confessing their undying love.” “I could do that,” he deadpanned. “But I’d probably slip on the ice and take you down with me.”

Another practically threw her bra onto the rink causing me to roll my eyes. But then, I caught myself staring. Not at the players but at him; Ledger Rivers, captain of the hockey team and the campus playboy. The guy with a unique style that probably had a signature trademark. Last night, he had whispered his address in my ear like it was an invitation to ruin and I accepted, thinking it would be a one night detour from heartbreak. But now, watching him on the ice, something shifted in me. He moved like he belonged there, like every muscle in his body was tuned for this moment.

So unlike most women around professional hockey players, she’s immune to the usual charm. Mostly she understands hockey intimately the gear, the injuries,the rituals,the fights, the locker room superstitions and the ego.Which is exactly why Bryan unsettles her because beneath all the fame and swagger, she recognizes something lonely in him immediately. Unfortunately Kieran copes with attraction through sarcasm and bad decisions. Which means her internal thoughts are ninety percent: “He’s hot but Unfortunately he talks” KIERAN VEY’S P.O.V. The first thing people should understand about hockey players is that they are fundamentally insane.

"That was a deliberate, targeted hit. And I want to know why." "I already said……" "I don't care what you said. I want the truth. Right now." I looked at him. He was old school. He'd been coaching hockey for thirty years. He'd seen every dirty play, every excuse, every pathetic justification. And right now, he was staring at me like he was looking at someone he didn't recognize. "Personal issue," I said. "Personal issue?" His voice rose. "You can't let personal issues onto the ice, Lucas. That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works."

Even though without my girls there it can be pretty soulless. Without realizing it I have arrived back at Cody’s place. Even through seething anger I can see how beautiful his house is and the lake behind it. I fling the door open to find Atlas, Cody, Callaghan and Nolan seated on the L-sofa playing their dumb NHL game. Beers bottles are scattered on the large square glass table in front of them, in the background they have music blasting out, I feel like I’ve just walked in on a total bachelor date. Which of course it is since none of them are attached and the way they go through women, it’s unlikely they’ll ever be. I mean the girls they hook up with aren’t interested in long-term. Well, t

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

I spat. "Don't give me that attitude. I may be a teacher but I know what it is you teenagers do these days. Why would you want a hockey player as a boyfriend? They are just as their names say. They play with the puck, they play with hearts, they play with everything they touch. So, if it's the sex that you're gonna miss..." "If you weren't my teacher, and the mother to two beautiful kids, I'd hit you right this moment and drag your ass through those slopes outside!"

"We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance." "Why are you fighting this?" "Because it makes us soft!" I shouted. My voice cracked in the room. "Look at what happened in Boston. You saw me take a hit. You lost your mind in the tunnel. You took a six-game suspension because you couldn't control your alpha instincts. If we start playing for love, we lose our edge. We become vulnerable." I gripped the comforter. My knuckles turned white against the silk. "The hockey world is waiting for us to fail," I said. My teeth ground together. "The media wants to see the fated couple fall apart on the ice. The only way we win is if we keep this professional, a biological match to beat t

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.